FORBIDDEN FRUIT BLURB
Leah and Erica have been best friends and
have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever. Leah spends so
much time with the Nolans--just Erica and her handsome father now, since
Erica's mother died--that she's practically part of the family. When the girls
find something naughty under Mr. Nolan's bed, their strict, repressive
upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual
experimentation. Leah's exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself
in love for the first time, torn between her best friend and her best friend's
father.
NOTE TO READERS: This story appeared in
another, now rather infamous book of mine (UNDER MR. NOLAN'S BED). This tale,
previously titled Plaid Skirt Confessions, is a slightly less naughty, but no
less sexy re-telling of those events--updated and redressed for your reading
pleasure with an ending that may leave you a little more satisfied.
Warnings: This title contains erotic
situations, lesbian sex, sex toys, and also makes mention of pornography,
salmon, amusement parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as
girl scouts), plaid skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some
sacrilegious humor.
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EXCERPT
“Did she go home?” I whispered, conscious
of Erica sleeping in the other room.
He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes
were pleading with me, trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t understand.
“No. She’s sleeping in my bed.”
“Why?” I felt tears stinging my eyes and I
willed them not to fall. “What did I do?”
He sighed, closing his eyes and running a
hand through his hair. “Oh Leah. Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”
“Do you really like her?” I whispered,
blinking fast and taking a step toward him. He didn’t move back, and we were
almost belly to belly. “Is she…is she what you want?”
He opened his eyes and looked down at me,
arms hanging at his sides, head down. He looked defeated. “No.”
“Then why?” I hissed, shoving at his chest
with the flat of my palm. “You asked her out again! You cooked her dinner! You
slept with her! Why?”
“I don’t know!” He shook his head. “Why did
you do what you did? Putting the magazines and videos on my bed? Was it
supposed to scare her off?”
I sighed, crossing my arms. “That was
Erica’s idea, not mine.“Erica?” He frowned.
I shrugged, acting like I didn’t care if he
believed me. “This isn’t fair.”
“No,” he admitted, moving forward a little,
lifting my chin. “It’s really not.”
“I just want to know why.” I met his eyes.
I felt my chin quivering in his hand and tried to stop it, but I couldn’t.
“Please just tell me why.”
“You want to know why?” His eyes flashed in
the dimness, moving over my face. “Fine, I’ll tell you why. For the same reason
I was sitting here at one in the morning, waiting for you.”
I stared up at him, eyes wide.
He shook his head, looking pained. “I can’t
stop thinking about you, Leah. Everywhere I go, everything I do, there you are.
I can’t get you out of my head.”
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.
“I thought…” He swallowed, his hand moving
down my neck, over my shoulder, his gaze following the curve there. “I thought
that if I moved on, I could stop this crazy thinking. This feeling I have for
you…”
“What feeling?” I pressed against him.
“Tell me.”
“Leah…” He whispered my name, using his
thumb to rub over my lips. “I took her to bed tonight, yes, I did. I fucked her
senseless, until I couldn’t see straight—” His words shot arrows into my heart
and I felt the sting of them in my chest. “And every time I closed my eyes, I
saw your face.” He pressed me back toward the counter with the weight of his
body. “It wasn’t her I was touching or kissing or fucking—it was you, Leah.
Every minute I was with her, I was wishing it was you.”
“Oh god.” I reached up and put my arms
around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine.
It was like sinking into something dark and
warm and soft, the safest place I’d ever been.
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Selena Kitt is a bestselling and
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bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos,
voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing
kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real
Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award
Finalists. Her gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica
in 2011. Her FREE story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006
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